Chapter 83 (End of Main Text)
The flower's stem must be broken at the base to extract a tiny bit of nectar; the other petals are inedible. Jing Qianheng kissed her, crushing the bud. Jiang Zhishui's mouth tasted astringent and strange; she couldn't taste any sweetness at all.
"You're lying, it's not sweet." Jing Qianheng kissed her for a long time before letting go. The upper half of Jiang Zhishui's lips was stained with the color of red flowers. He stared at the red spot on her lips and gently wiped it with his fingertips. Her soft lips trembled slightly.
Jiang Zhishui had seen him with this expression before, and she immediately felt a chill run down her spine. The endless entanglements in her memory were just too crazy. Her heart was pounding, and she didn't know whether she was looking forward to it or afraid of it.
His tone was gentle, without a hint of blame, and his eyes were filled with a strange moisture, as if he were about to cry, or as if he was so excited that he was at a loss for words.
Jiang Zhishui picked up another flower and held it up to him, explaining that she sucked it from the root, not bitten it. Her hand holding the flower trembled, and her voice shook, "It's... it's from here that I started eating it..."
Jing Qianheng watched as she nervously pointed to the bottom of the flower. He looked away with some disappointment and said softly, "You're tired. Get some rest."
He paused for a moment, then said, "I'll do as you say. I... will wait for you."
Jing Qianheng had promised that he would let her leave if she stayed with him for three months; he had long been prepared for her to leave him.
He could glimpse a bit of her sincerity, but he didn't know if that sincerity was as unwavering as his own, so he was afraid, apprehensive, and even wanted to force her at all costs.
Jiang Zhishui's companionship and repeated indulgences made him increasingly insatiable. The more greedy he became, the more afraid he was that one day she would not be able to stand him and would eventually get tired of him.
Forcibly confining her might bring him peace of mind in the long run, but what if she starts to hate him? That would be more painful than killing him.
Even though he didn't want to, he didn't want to make her unhappy.
He waited for her, and he waited, no matter how long it took, as long as she would come back.
"I'll do anything you want, as long as you... don't hate me, don't be afraid of me, I'll do whatever you say." Jing Qianheng's fingers curled up, suppressing his excessive obsession, and he said softly, "...I'll wait for you to come back."
Jing Qianheng's eyes were red, the excitement from just now hadn't dissipated, and the lingering heat on his face made his fair skin look light red. He didn't notice it himself, but Jiang Zhishui could see it clearly the whole time.
He was already strikingly handsome, with an alluring gaze that was incredibly captivating. Coupled with his pitiful and humble demeanor, he was truly irresistible. Sometimes, when Jiang Zhishui looked at him, strange thoughts would arise inexplicably, and she would have an inexplicable urge to tie him up and do whatever she wanted with him.
When he entered the illusion in Qiyun City, he was tied to the bed and almost at the mercy of others. Fortunately, he encountered her; otherwise, who knows what would have happened.
After Jing Qianheng poured out his heart, he felt a pang of sadness. He looked up at her, who was staring blankly, and asked anxiously, "You will definitely come back, right?"
Jiang Zhishui was lost in thought when she recalled the scene of Jing Qianheng being tied to the bed in that illusion, and she nodded blankly.
Jing Qianheng had no choice but to believe her. He silently turned around, and Jiang Zhishui grabbed his arm, asking in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"
"Go back to your room..."
Jing Qianheng replied softly, his expression somewhat dazed. He shifted his body, wanting to leave but unable to move. Jiang Zhishui gently tugged at him and whispered, "You... still want to sleep separately?"
He took a deep breath, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face. Then he looked up, his eyes filled with extremely complex emotions, a mixture of grievance and resentment, which instantly transformed into deep hatred.
Jiang Zhishui felt a chill run down her spine as he stared at her, and she regretted it. Just as she let go, he grabbed her hand and held it tightly like an iron hoop.
She had worried before that the time in the cave had hurt Jing Qianheng so badly. He was in poor health and was sick at the time. Being out in the cold all night had made him very ill. She felt extremely ashamed and guilty at the time, fearing that he would not recover from his illness and would die.
She had always had this misconception that Jing Qianheng wasn't suited for such stimulating behavior. He was naturally aloof and distant, with an air of keeping people at arm's length. His handsome face was cold and restrained, showing absolutely no hint of desire.
"I... wait..." Jiang Zhishui's heart was stirred, and she momentarily forgot all the pain of that night.
He slowly approached, and Jiang Zhishui slumped onto the bed, a few small flowers scattered on the bed.
As night deepened, several red fruits rolled onto the floor, some quite far off course, still slowly rolling away.
Jing Qianheng put his knees on the bed, untied the belt around his waist, and climbed onto the bed.
Jiang Zhishui stared at his hand. Her belt slipped off the edge of the bed with a clatter, startling her so much that her heart pounded again. Her gaze lingered on his slender fingers, which moved swiftly and then towards her. She braced herself with her hands behind her back. As he moved closer, she panicked and tried to back away. One of her arms went weak and bent slightly, causing her body to tilt. Just as she was about to fall, she quickly braced herself and continued to back away.
Jing Qianheng suddenly stopped his pursuit. He stared at Jiang Zhishui's face, his body frozen, neither retreating nor advancing.
Jiang Zhishui met his gaze and clearly saw the longing in his eyes. Her mouth went dry and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
A fruit rolled further and further away on the floor, unimpeded and without any obstruction. The atmosphere between the bed curtains was tense, but the fruit inside the room remained calm and rolled quietly.
Seeing that he had lowered his eyes and was about to get up, seemingly about to back down, Jiang Zhishui braced herself and leaned in first, lightly kissing his lips, and softly explained, "I'm just nervous..."
Once permission was granted, he leaned over and pressed down on her. As the shadows enveloped her, her clothes were stripped off. Shame made her instinctively want to hide, her hands and feet fidgeting restlessly. Jing Qianheng captured her hands and pinned them to her sides. She looked at him in astonishment, her eyes wet and trembling slightly. Strands of hair clung to her face, giving her an extremely alluring beauty.
"I won't pick flowers for you next time, you won't appreciate it, and you won't eat them the way I told you to."
Jiang Zhishui held a flower in her hand, squeezing and kneading it. The flower scattered in her palm, half of the petals were crumpled and deformed, and fell onto the bed.
Jing Qianheng did not respond, but kissed her lips, his fingers holding her hand, enveloping the sweet-smelling petals, their fingers intertwined, and a few petals leaked out.
Jiang Zhishui searched far and wide to gather the fruits and flowers, eagerly awaiting his return to present them to him. However, he barely ate any, and the fruits were scattered all over the ground. He did eat the flowers, but he ate the wrong ones and then accused her of lying to him.
The fruit, rolling further and further away and even circling around, seemed to have come to life, rolling around the house.
Seeing her gaze fixed on the few fruits on the floor, Jing Qianheng seemed to understand her thoughts. He disassembled the flowers, scattering the petals, and gently kissed her lips. As she drifted off to sleep, he kissed every petal that had fallen onto her body, tracing down her neck.
The fruit, as if possessed, rolled back and finally stopped by the dressing table.
“You’re not doing it right either…” Jiang Zhishui was determined to tell him the correct way to eat it, but his interference made her mind go blank, and she couldn’t say anything more.
Jing Qianheng had previously mentioned that he found her noisy, and that he would silence her as soon as he sensed she was about to speak. The flower petals in her palm were unknowingly scattered, drifting around and carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.
Her eyes were wet with tears, her vision blurred, and everything she saw and felt seemed unreal.
The kisses intertwined with the petals, becoming increasingly indistinguishable. Her pink ankles draped diagonally over his shoulder, and the moonlight shifted, shining into the bed curtains, adding a touch of cool white to the gently swaying pink.
A gust of cold wind blew in from the window, and the other small fruits on the floor were blown and rolled. Once they started rolling, they rolled in the same direction as the previous fruit, as if they would not give up until they reached the end.
Jiang Zhishui is a muddle-headed person who can't learn from her mistakes. She thinks she understands the most authentic part of Jing Qianheng, but after each experience, she has a serious sense of misunderstanding.
She would always have the urge to escape at some point, and he could easily sense it. He would even indulge her in his mischievousness, letting her run away, and then grabbing her ankle in the next moment and pulling her back with ease.
The rolling fruit made a soft sound in the quiet room. Gradually, these sounds were drowned out by the sweet sounds coming from deep within the bedside. Occasionally, unbearable sobs would break out, and someone would gently coax them, trying their best to please them.
One year later.
Black Chicken Li Mo slunk back to the hut. He couldn't find the mad Taoist priest, so he could only come back to keep bothering Jing Qianheng.
After being captured and brought back to the Demon Realm, the white fox Pei Yan stole Pei Jing's Gu Bell and ran away while Pei Jing was recuperating. Pei Jing was furious, and his original injuries were aggravated by new ones. Before he could settle accounts with Pei Yan, the various sects of the immortal realm began to attack the Demon Realm. Pei Jing was caught off guard and could only lead the demons to fight back.
With the start of the war, all sorts of troubles followed, and Pei Jing had no intention of going to find Jiang Zhishui and the others again.
When the little white fox returned, it found that Jiang Zhishui was missing. It searched everywhere but could not find her. However, after learning that she had left with the golden feather, Pei Yan was extremely sad and listless all day. The black chicken pecked at it with its sharp beak every day, but it did not feel any pain and had no mood to fight with the black chicken, so it let the black chicken bully it.
After Black Chicken Li Mo was able to speak, it chattered incessantly, full of energy. In the courtyard, Jing Qianheng, who looked like a stone statue, was absent-minded every day. Under the tree, a limp little fox was listless and lifeless. The whole house was gloomy, making Black Chicken feel suffocated.
One rainy night, with thunder and lightning, Jing Qianheng, who had drunk several cups of calming tea because of a headache, finally fell asleep. However, he still had nightmares in the middle of the night and could not sleep well. He suddenly woke up and felt something wriggling and squeezing forward in the bedding.
Jing Qianheng pulled back the covers with a look of horror. Jiang Zhishui was lying on his waist with a seven-colored lotus flower in her mouth.
A slight smile played on her lips as she bit the small lotus flower. Ignoring Jing Qianheng's astonished expression, she climbed up to him. She climbed over rather hastily, and her body swayed slightly. Jing Qianheng quickly got up to help her, and she took the opportunity to sit on him, hooking her arms around his neck and feeding him the lotus flower from her mouth.
The lotus flower slid smoothly into Jing Qianheng's mouth. Jiang Zhishui gently kissed his lips and said softly, "I'm back."
The white fox's ears twitched under the tree. It leaped up, quickly jumped onto the steps, transformed into a boy, and ran swiftly towards Jing Qianheng's house. The black chicken flapped its wings and landed on the railing.
Pei Yan pushed open the door and rushed in. The black chicken followed and flew to the threshold. As soon as they entered, Jing Qianheng hugged Jiang Zhishui tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder and greedily inhaling her scent.
"Sister, sister!!" Pei Yan jumped onto the bed and hugged the two of them.
Jing Qianheng's face darkened, and he was about to push him away when Jiang Zhishui reached out and hugged Pei Yan as well. Looking at her smiling face, he held back for the time being.
The three of them huddled together, while the black chicken Li Mo stood not far away, watching longingly. Jiang Zhishui turned her head to look at it, raised her other hand, and said to it, "Li Mo, come and give me a hug too."
The black rooster stood tall and proud, its eyes gleaming. It stood there for a while, and just when Jiang Zhishui thought it wouldn't come over, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew up, pouncing towards Jiang Zhishui's face. It hugged Jiang Zhishui's head and cried out in a choked voice, "Why are you only coming back now? I was almost suffocated by these two blockheads!!"
The rain pattered softly. From this quiet little house onward, Jiang Zhishui and Jing Qianheng could create their own world together, fulfilling their promise to never be apart.
--over--
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